My name is Hala Furst, and I am a 3L. Before coming to Roger Williams I received a BA in Theatre Arts at the University of Minnesota. In the three years between graduating from college and arriving here in Bristol, RI, I worked as a hotel concierge for a luxury brand, a loan officer and mortgage...
Any Given Saturday
As I type this, I’m sitting up on the third floor, in the Moot Court cubicle, taking a break from researching an 8th Amendment argument for the Nationals Competition. It is raining cats and dogs outside, which I don’t mind, since I’m relegated to spending this weekend tethered to 5 pounds of westlaw printouts. The wind is howling, the timer on the motion sensor lights keeps going off, and I’m trying to figure out where the evolving standards of decency in American punishment jurisprudence has left us.
Not every weekend is like this, though. Last weekend I traveled down to New York to spend a Sunday in the city, a quick 3 hour drive and I was smack dab in the middle of Central Park. Next weekend I’ll find myself once again in one of my favorite cities in the world, Galway. I’m taking a 6 day vacation to Europe to visit a friend stationed in Cambridge, UK. Because of the Columbus Day Holiday, I’m only missing two classes, so I don’t even have to take homework (the irony of celebrating the discovery of the New World in the Old one is not lost on me, either). If you had told me at the beginning of 1L year that I would one day be able to take a week of school off and not feel guilty, I would have said you were crazy. I can remember distinctly not even wanting to go into Boston for a weekend, for fear that being that long away from the library would be detrimental to both my health and my GPA.
But times change, and so have I. It’s only natural to have some “senoritis” in the 3L year, but I’m trying to fight it. Every day brings with it new last times I’ll do something, and there is a certain melancholy to that. As much work as this three years has been, and as much excitement as I have looking forward, I wonder if some Saturday a year from now I might just wish I was back here on the third floor, listening to the wind howl, and trying to wrap my brain around the 8th Amendment.